Crowning His Unlikely Princess

Her gasp of shock turned to one of rapture as he swept his tongue along the seam of her lips, his hands urging her thighs to spread as her hesitation dissolved.

He took a moment to breathe her in and then he showed her exactly what she’d been missing, using every ounce of expertise he had to bring her to the brink of climax over and over before finally letting her fall over the edge into delirious oblivion.

She screamed his name as she orgasmed, her fingernails making small crescent moons in his shoulders.

Logan didn’t mind. His body was throbbing and he barely gave her any time to recover before his clothing hit the floor and he’d rolled a condom over his pulsing erection.

She took him in as he came over the top of her, her hands skimming his shoulders and stroking his chest.

‘I want to touch you,’ she said.

‘Next time,’ he promised, his lips taking her mouth in a searing kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance. ‘I need to be inside you too badly to wait for that.’

He stroked a hand down over her thigh and around to her bottom to angle her up to him and then he entered her on one deep, smooth thrust.

He felt her body tense beneath his, a frown forming between his eyes as he gazed down at her. ‘Cassidy?’

‘Oh, that feels so full,’ she moaned, wriggling her hips tentatively beneath him as if she was trying to get comfortable.

‘You have done this before, haven’t you?’ he asked, straining to hold himself back.

‘Yes.’ Her gaze swept him in wonder. ‘Once. But it was nothing like this.’

Once?

He wanted to pursue that incredible detail, but she’d started moving, shattering his concentration. ‘Cassidy, mi amor, you need to relax. That’s right, you’re so tight.’

He groaned as her inner muscles gave around hi

s hard length, her lower body tilting upwards as she sought to take him even deeper.

Sweat rolled down his spine as he powered inside her, swallowing her gasp of pleasure with his kiss. Sensation built like a dam about to burst as she learned his rhythm and matched him, her legs locking around his hips in an attempt to find her release. He wasn’t at all sure he could hold out until she got there again, and then she did, her body exploding around his in a paroxysm of pleasure that shredded his self-control and sent him spiralling into the strongest climax he’d ever had.

Fighting for breath, Logan rested on top of her, completely shattered, a rush of pure emotion short-circuiting his brain.

Time had no meaning as his lungs worked to regulate his breathing, the soft rasps of her own uneven breaths warming his throat, her slim arms loose around his shoulders.

Sex had always been great for Logan, fantastic even, but this... What they’d just shared together was something entirely different. And for a man who prided himself on control and a keen ability to keep emotion and sex separate he’d just displayed an unhealthy version of the opposite. Because that had not felt controlled, or unemotional.

Waiting for his usual desire to remove himself immediately from a woman’s arms, he was surprised when it didn’t happen.

Then he heard Cassidy’s soft sound of shock and knew that at least one of them was panicking.

Sensing that she was about to push him away, Logan rolled to his side and drew the length of her body against his. ‘What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?’

He hadn’t been overly rough, but he hadn’t exactly been gentle either.

Cassidy buried her head against his chest. ‘No. But I should go.’

‘Why?’

‘Because...because... I’m in your bed.’

‘Which is where I want you to stay,’ he said, realising that it was true. ‘Tell me how it is that you’ve only had sex once?’

She made an inarticulate sound of discomfort. ‘Because the first time wasn’t something I felt compelled to repeat.’

‘Why?’ Logan’s muscles immediately tensed. ‘Did he hurt you?’